The headmaster pushed a button on the side of his desk and in a few seconds his secretary, a big, bluff fellow, appeared. "Bring Herbert Wallace here at once," said the headmaster. And in five more minutes, while the headmaster was shrewdly questioning the three lads as to the seriousness of their determination to enlist, the secretary returned, accompanied by young Wallace, flushed and shamefaced. "Well, Wallace," said the principal of Brighton, "I hear you've been studying up on military subjects. Intending to get into the fight?" Herbert Wallace hung his head and muttered an unintelligible reply. "Now look here, Wallace," spoke the headmaster sternly, "where did you get the military manual from which you gave Goodwin the information that he could not pass the examination for the army?" "I--I got it from the library, sir." "Got it without permission, too, didn't you?" pursued the headmaster. "Yes, sir," said Wallace, in confusion. "And didn't know that it was out of date, and that the requirements were completely changed after the United States entered this war, eh?" "No, sir," answered Wallace, on the verge of a breakdown. "I'll decide upon your punishment later," announced the headmaster. "See me here at four o'clock. Meanwhile, Wallace, be careful where you get information, and be careful how you dispense it." And Herbert Wallace, utterly humiliated, was glad to flee from the room. "I don't think," said the headmaster, "that any of you will have difficulty passing the examinations. I dislike to see you go, but you speak the truth when you say that your country does need you, and I pay a great tribute of respect to you for the patriotism and courage with which you step forth to shoulder your obligations. Others already have gone from Brighton. Still others will go in the future. God bless all of you, and may you return safe and sound to reap the full benefits of the democracy for which you are going to fight." The suspicion of tears dimmed the kindly eyes of the headmaster, and each boy choked up as he bade him good-by. But, after all, this was no time for sadness. Young gladiators were going forth to the fray. And so we will skip over the farewells the following day, in which the parents of each lad, with many a heartache but never a word of discouragement, bade the boys Godspeed in the service of their country. The three lads, together with fifteen others, formed a detachment of the recently enlisted who were to go to the Philadelphia Navy Yard for further assignment. Just before the train pulled out a students' parade that seemed to include every boy in Brighton marched to the station to see them off. One of the lads carried a large transparency on which was printed: "THEY BRIGHTEN THE FAME OF BRIGHTON" And just as the train pulled out, and there was great cheering and waving of hats and handkerchiefs, Joe, Jerry and Slim, leaning from adjoining windows, sang out in chorus: "For Uncle Sam."